My Crazy Beautiful Life (Completed✔️)

Chapter 13

Martin's P.O.V

"What?! Balloons?!" I asked, yelling at Katja. "Why didn't you tell me that she has a deadly fear of them?!"

"I didn't know that you didn't know! Isn't that supposed to be general knowledge? And quit yelling at me."

I pinched my nose and sighed. Dimple was laying on her hospital bed, an IV connected to her arm. The doctor said that she had a minor concussion and they'd like to keep her for observation. Her eyes fluttered open gently.

"Hey, baby. How're you feeling?" I asked her, whispering.

"Like I slammed my head into a wall..." She said, matter of factly.

"Hey bestie. How are you, you hit your head pretty hard." Katja said, going to the other side of her bed.

"My head hurts but I'm good..." Dimple said, blinking a few times. "Where's everyone?"

"I can go call them in." Katja volunteered.

"Yeah that'd be great, thanks." She said, trying to smile.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I had no idea about your phobia, I didn't know you'd freak out. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked worriedly.

"Because it never came up? What was I supposed to say. Hey, Martin, I'm scared of balloons, don't surprise me with them...." She said in a mimicking tone.

"I don't sound like that..." I giggled lightly.

"Sure you don't." She said, closing her eyes.

"Oh my baby!" Dimple's mum rushed to her side, pushing me out of the way.

"Hi, mama." She said.

"How're you feeling, baby?" Her dad asked by her mother's side.

"My head hurts but I'm good."

"God, that was epic!" One of her twin brothers chuckled. "You were like aww-ahhhhhhhh! Then boom! You slammed your face into a wall." The other one chuckled trying to act out what happened. I still couldn't tell them apart. They're so identical.

"Hahaha very funny." Dimple said sarcastically.

"You bet it is!" One chuckled. "Yeah, it's gonna go viral!" The other agreed.

"Stop! Jake, Blake, apologize to your sister, now!" Her mum scolded.
Wait. Viral? Dammit they were shooting for the reality show, weren't they? OMG this is so embarrassing!

"We're sorry..." They said but their eyes held so much amusement. They're so troublesome like Rachel.

"Sorry, D. I can't believe this is how you're spending your birthday. Martin how didn't you know?" Rachel asked looking at me. Making everyone turn to stare at me.

"Um uh... Well, it never really came up? I didn't know she'd freak out." I said feeling guilty.

"Hey, don't blame my boyfriend. It's okay, really. At least everyone's here." Dimple said. And she was right. Everyone was here, including Dennie's girlfriend - that I haven't gotten the chance to be introduced to.

The next day, Dimple was discharged and we waited a day before we left. Dimple was feeling much better, thank God. We were in my apartment in Amsterdam and I just couldn't help myself staring at my beautiful girlfriend.

"Why you staring at me, creep?" She asked, munching on some chicken and laying on me on our couch. And I just smiled.

"Do I like have something on my face or what?" She asked again.

"No, you're perfect."

"No! Jesus is perfect." She said, pointing a chicken leg at me.

"Right. True. I'm just wondering how I got so lucky."

"I should be the one saying that." She muttered and snuggled into me even deeper. " I love you."

I can never get enough of hearing her say that. "I love you too, baby."

"Hey, that reminds me. I made something for you." I said moving a bit encouraging her to get up but she didn't budge. "Come on, move your ass."

"Fine..." She groaned standing up. She was walking too slowly so I carried her up.

"Ahhhh!" She squealed. "Let me go, you idiot!"

"Never."

I let her down when we got to my personal studio upstairs.

"Sit." I said.

She sat. "So? What is it?"

I played a melodic demo of a song I was working on. I was making it for her. The song consisted mostly of strings than bass, giving it that emotional touch.

"I made this for you. I wanted to give it to you on your birthday but... Yeah well, you know." I said. "I couldn't get the melody out of my head so..."

"Awww baby." She said standing up from her chair and sitting - rather roughly on my lap.

"Oof." I grunted from the impact.

"Sorry." She said smiling shyly. "I love it. I'll listen to it when I'm away and missing you."

Dimple's P.O.V

Some days passed since Martin made that track for me and it's been on repeat on my phone ever since. I love the song so much. I entered Mrs. Adams' dancing studio and joined the class. I began stretching and doing splits.

"Gather round, gather round!" Mrs. Adams said. We all did as she said and gathered.

"We have bran new student today." She said excitedly in her very deep accent. "She is a major deal here in Amsterdam! A very beautiful model."

The door opened and the student came in. "Ah ha. Here she is. Charelle Schriek!"

What. The. Freak?! Charelle?

She entered practically strutting towards us and she greeted everyone, most of the girls recognized her and started jumping giddily. Oh goody! Note the sarcasm. I was so shocked that I just stood there, my mouth agape.

"Alright everyone, let's begin!" Mrs. Adams said.

Charelle walked closer to me. "You wanna close your mouth? You might catch a fly." She said, smirking and walking to join the class.

Bitch! I closed my mouth and joined everyone. After the long class, I had Katja pick me up. I'd be staying at her place for some few days because Martin was away on some gigs and I didn't wanna stay in his huge apartment alone. I settled into her car.

"Hey, D. How was class?" She asked.

"It was...great." I said buckling my seat belt. I turned on her radio.

"Fijne vrijdag, allemaal. We spelen nieuwe hits die de hitlijsten opblazen." The voice on the radio said. "Vervolgens hebben we Martin Garrix met de opstand van de Britse ster, Dua Lipa, met een hit genaamd 'Scared to be lonely'." (Happy Friday, y'all. We bring you new hits back to back. Up next we have Martin Garrix featuring uprising British star, Dua Lipa with a hit called 'Scared to be Lonely.')

Ooh Martin. I didn't know he was making a song with Dua Lipa, I love her! Then I heard it. My song. Martin's song for me. Wait, what? He gave the song to someone else? He's making my song a song with someone else?
What's going on?

Aaaand boom! - like Dimple hit her head😂. That's a wrap on another Chapter. Hope you guys loved it. Share what you think in the comments, Vote, follow me and share my story. Your feedback is much appreciated. Sorry if the translations are wrong. I used Google. Anyway, I'll see ya. Love you guys. And we've reached 300 freaking reads, y'all! I'm so over the moon. Thank you to all my amazing readers. I've been seeing your love in the comments. God bless you and thank you!
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